H Boy by Massa King W. Lyrics
[1st Verse : Massa King]
Warm-blooded, so my nerves are steamed
Play a**hole and you’ll get to know my d*ck
My mouth is dirty, but my soul is clean
And despite my worries, I stil sound keen
Lyrical upper-cut might make your soul spin
Musical tsunami might make your body lean
Still underground but claiming the throne
Sit on the crown, Massa’s in the zone
Building my empire, without a loan
Cause I’m not a prince boy I’m the King’s clone
Don’t cross the line of sight got the money on lock
Perfecting the work cause we don’t rely on luck
Obama at the White House but we don’t give a f**k
We work hard cause the African dream sucks
Offensive as a tusk, be a man is a must
I was brought up to the AK 47 burst
[Hook ]
They can expect me to fall, but all I do is ball
And I’ll never stop my ambition is so tall
H Boy I go so hard boy
To catch me use a chopper cause I’m so high boy (fly boy)
Hands in the muds, looking for gold
By any way, any means achieve your goal
H Boy with pain or joy
Business be my toy, I’m ever playin profit boy
[2nd verse: Massa King]
To star your own business no need of B.B.M
They asked what I want to be, I said an ATM
Need some money ? I call it N.S.M
But papers just don’t wait for you to get at them
Seems you got lucky, you just party and sleep
Your money from daddy, no lack of bread and free money
Let’s go and get it boy, That’s the hustler’s creed
Life is a b*tch boy, but I gotta feel her deep
Cars from Germany, clothes from Italy
And my chick will be swaggin’ in that Louis V
Momma need to sleep, daddy need to rest
They deserve peace and forget about the stress
[Hook ]
[Bridge]
Yeah I’m on my grind and I’ll never stop
Though the game is tight, we’ll never rock
Money in my mind, my mind on the work
Imma get it right, I’ll make it to the top
[Hook ]
Warm-blooded, so my nerves are steamed
Play a**hole and you’ll get to know my d*ck
My mouth is dirty, but my soul is clean
And despite my worries, I stil sound keen
Lyrical upper-cut might make your soul spin
Musical tsunami might make your body lean
Still underground but claiming the throne
Sit on the crown, Massa’s in the zone
Building my empire, without a loan
Cause I’m not a prince boy I’m the King’s clone
Don’t cross the line of sight got the money on lock
Perfecting the work cause we don’t rely on luck
Obama at the White House but we don’t give a f**k
We work hard cause the African dream sucks
Offensive as a tusk, be a man is a must
I was brought up to the AK 47 burst
[Hook ]
They can expect me to fall, but all I do is ball
And I’ll never stop my ambition is so tall
H Boy I go so hard boy
To catch me use a chopper cause I’m so high boy (fly boy)
Hands in the muds, looking for gold
By any way, any means achieve your goal
H Boy with pain or joy
Business be my toy, I’m ever playin profit boy
[2nd verse: Massa King]
To star your own business no need of B.B.M
They asked what I want to be, I said an ATM
Need some money ? I call it N.S.M
But papers just don’t wait for you to get at them
Seems you got lucky, you just party and sleep
Your money from daddy, no lack of bread and free money
Let’s go and get it boy, That’s the hustler’s creed
Life is a b*tch boy, but I gotta feel her deep
Cars from Germany, clothes from Italy
And my chick will be swaggin’ in that Louis V
Momma need to sleep, daddy need to rest
They deserve peace and forget about the stress
[Hook ]
[Bridge]
Yeah I’m on my grind and I’ll never stop
Though the game is tight, we’ll never rock
Money in my mind, my mind on the work
Imma get it right, I’ll make it to the top
[Hook ]